What a Talent!

"Blood sha was fairly easy to cultivate."

Zhou Feng was sitting cross-legged within a mass of flesh and blood, continuously drawing wisps of blood sha into his body.

Over the past ten days, with Shen Yi and the others' help, he had acquired a slaughterhouse and then renovated it.

First, the slaughterhouse had been expanded several times over and divided into several slaughter lines.

His goal was to monopolize Blackwater City's slaughter market and use it to gather vast quantities of animal blood.

The underground section of the slaughterhouse had been converted into a secret base, where Taisui Meat was cultivated.

Large amounts of blood continuously flowed underground through secret passages, where it was absorbed by the Taisui Meat.

As time passed, the Taisui Meat began to emit an aura of blood sha.

This was a method Zhou Feng had deduced for cultivating blood sha, taking advantage of Taisui Meat's bizarre properties.

As long as there was enough flesh and blood, it could endlessly produce blood sha for his cultivation.

"Still, the efficiency is a little low. The Longevity Cult should have ways to improve it."

Strands of blood sha continuously entered his body, further tempering his flesh.

Compared to his body, the violent blood sha was like steel needles stabbing into tofu. It shattered the meridians along its path, after which his blood qi began repairing his body.

The blood sha destroyed his meridians and flesh, while his blood qi slowly repaired them.

During this process, the blood sha gradually fused into his blood qi, and his body was strengthened as well.

Zhou Feng even possessed an advantage: he could draw in blood sha without restraint, without worrying that his body would be unable to bear it.

Other cultivators who wished to continuously draw in sha qi required all